The Lamp and the Bell by Edna St. Vincent Millay ACT I Scene 1[Scene: A garden of the palace at Fiori; four years later.][Discovered seated Laura, Francesca and Fidelio, Laura embroidering, Fidelio strumming his flute, Francesca lost in thought.]LAURA. You, -Fool! If there be two chords to your lute, Give us the other for a time!FRANCESCA. And yet, Laura, I somewhat fancied that soft sound he made.'Twas all on the same tone, -but 'twas a sweet tone.LAURA. 'Tis like you. As for myself, let music changeFrom time to time, or have done altogether.Sing us the song, Fidelio, that you madeLast night, -a song of flowers, and fair skies, And nightingales, and love.FIDELIO. I know the song.It is a song of winter.LAURA. How is that?FIDELIO. Because it is a song of summer setTo a sad tune.FRANCESCA. [Sadly] Ah, well, -so that it be notA song of autumn, I can bear to hear it.LAURA. In any case, music. I am in a mood for music.I am in a mood where if something be not doneTo startle me, I shall confess my sins.[Enter Carlotta.]CARLOTTA. Ha! I will have that woman yet by the hair!LAURA. What woman, pray, Carlotta?CAR. Ho! What woman!Who but that scullery-wench, that onion-monger, That slatternly, pale bakress, that foul witch, The coroneted Fish-Wife of Fiori, Her Majesty, the Queen!FRA. Hush-hush-Carlotta!You could be put to death for less than that!CAR. Not I, my duck. When I am put to death'Twill be for more! Oh, I will have her yetBy the hair! [For the first time noticing Fidelio.]Fidelio, if you breathe one wordOf this, I will scratch the Princess into ribbons, Whom you love better than your wit.FID. I' faith, I did but hear you say you are a fish-wife, And all the world knows that.LAU. Fear not, Carlotta, He is as dumb as a prophet. Every second wordHe utters, eats the one before it. Speak, But softly.CAR. Nay, 'tis nothing.-Nay, by my head, It is a townful! 'Tis the way she hasOf saying "that should be done like this, and thisLike that!" The woman stirs me to that pointI feel like a carrot in a stew, -I boil soI bump the kettle on all sides!LAU. My dear, Were you as plump as I you would not dareBecome so angry. It would make your stays creak.CAR. Well, I am done. Fidelio, play me a dirgeTo put me in good spirits. Merry musicIs sure to make me sad.[Fidelio plays. Pause.]CAR. 'Tis curiousA woman like her should have a child like that-So gentle and so pretty-mannered. Faith, -FID. Hush! Hush! Here come the prettiest pair of birdsThat ever sat together on a bough so closeYou could not see the sky between. How now, Snow-White and Rose-Red! Are you reconciledOne to another?[Enter Beatrice and Bianca, with their arms about one another.]BIA. Reconciled, Fidelio?We had not quarrelled! [Laughter from Fidelio and the ladies.]BEA. Do not listen to him, Bianca, 'tis but the jingling of his bells.FIDELIO. Do you make a better jest than thatAt once, or have the clappers cut from them.FID. Alas, alas, -all the good jests are made.... We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an